Sometimes I think "That was so clever. I wish someone was around to hear it." Oh well. Welcome to the mind and times of Catherine.

Pinterest.

Colossal waste of time. Worth it? In the long run? No.F or instant gratification? Yes. I have done a few things on Pinterest that I am actually pretty proud of. For instance, I made a couple of t-shirts which are pretty bad. (Bad meaning good in this sense.) I tried making a scarf out of an old t-shirt. Even though the t-shirt had holes, I still think it would have been better to leave it as a tee in this case. It looked like I was wearing rags around my neck. Headband, cinnamon wreath roles, caramel and chocolate covered pretzels were also on my list of victories. However there are things on Pinterest that I see that just scream "I have nothing but time, and no shame." For instance: who needs a crocheted balloon cover? What does it even do? It would probably take you longer to make the crocheted balloon cover than the length of time the balloon stayed inflated.(Update: apparently the balloon covers are for letting kids play with them as balls. Go buy your kid a ball. Can you say "Waste of time, energy, and effort?") Come on people. Here's another favorite I found. Photo shown below. Crocheted elf slippers. Really? You spend 4 weeks on those and wear them, what? 20 minutes a year?

Hunger Games.

Seriously. I'm so psyched. There was this poll on IMDB.com that asked "Will the Hunger Games be better than Twilight?" Well, all I can say is: How could it POSSIBLY be any worse? "You lied to everyone! Charlie..." Sorry wolf-boy. That's only one person. Better start writing down those few and far-between thoughts of yours.

BTR.

If you know what I'm talking about, you are either 13 years old or my sister. Big Time Rush. It's a Nickelodeon show, and I love it. It is so funny. I think some people just don't have the sophisticated humor palette that I do though. Not the point. The point is I've never been to a concert before, and I am going to theirs in July. That's right. If you are watching Nickelodeon

and see a promo for a Big Time Rush concert with a girl who looks like me wearing an "I heart Logan" shirt- well let me just remove all doubt- it's probably me. Kelsey is getting tickets and I am going to be in the front touching hands with the coolest boy band since The Monkees.

The Monkees.

Here we come, walking down the street... as pole bearers for Davy Jones. Oh Davy. You were always my favorite. Your British accent and tambourine skills were like no other. I didn't realize when I had such a crush on you that you were older than my own parents, but I'll let that go for now. I don't know. Something just doesn't feel right about living in a world without Davy Jones. Is it because of his locker and that my nickname is Crakin? Ok, maybe not. Give me a break, I'm trying to be heart-felt here.

Disneyland.

I went to Disneyland with my sister Elizabeth the other... month? Does that sound right?Whatever, it was last month. So much fun. The only drawback was that Matterhorn was closed, but Big Thunder Mountain was open, and we went on that like 8 times, so we're good. We went to the "Blue Bayou" restaurant, which was delicious, though the prices made me want to vomit. Oh well, it was a one time thing. Also, Elizabeth told them it was my birthday so they gave me a chocolate mousse. I was glad they didn't ask for my I.D. I would have had to tell them the truth- that my sister is a liar, and if anyone deserved to be kicked out of Disneyland, it was her. I was also glad there were no singing pirates. Elizabeth was disappointed. I think that may have been the only reason she wanted to go there at all.

I spent too much money on their incredibly inflated prices, and I was happy about it. Figures. Let me just tell you one thing though. Do not buy green cotton candy, expecting it to taste good. I'll tell you again. DO NOT buy green cotton candy. It is... (I don't know how to make a gagging sound). It was gross. I don't even know what flavor they were shooting for. There's this saying I made up though. It goes "When in doubt, get the pink kind. It's safer." It's not very catchy, but you'll never forget it.

Famous.

That's right. Soon, I may be famous. You know those promos they do on Disney Channel where there are these geeky DC stars over-acting in an attempt show off the new ride or attraction? I saw one happening right there in Disneyland. We didn't recognize the stars, apparently they are on some kind of web show. Or maybe a future Disney Channel show. Anyway, I was walking with Elizabeth, and I don't know how she looked, but I was looking right into the camera as I walked sideways past, with that squinty eyed, jaw dropped expression like "What the heck..." Also like "I'm completely incoherent right now". Right after I walked past, the director yelled, "We got it!" I think they meant "We got another moron on tape! We can post it on Youtube now!" They probably just had the actors as decoys to draw people in.

Committee.

I am on 2 committees in my ward. I was thinking about the origin of the words. I am pretty sure it began as some commies drinking tea, who were trying to figure out how to take over the world. The spelling got mixed up in translation and eventually the communists drinking tea were forgotten (must have been British commies, not that memorable) and now we have committees. So, in conclusion, I think we should boycott committees all together. The word boycott is a whole different story. It happened when a British boy was supposed to be at the communist meeting and fell asleep- hence the cot. Therefore they thought he was going against, or boycotting the meeting. It all makes so much more sense now.

You know you're a ...

You know how they make those lists of "You know you're a (blank) when..."? For example: You know you're from Washington when: You can pronounce the city name Puyallup. They don't say "Partly cloudy" on the weather report, but instead say "Partly sunny". Well I made up a new one. It goes a little something like this (Holla to my pals "The Fresh Beat Band"):

You know you're a Gosney when:

You yell at neighborhood cats to "Run for your lives!" and mean it.

You consider brussel sprouts a treat.

You thought board games were not allowed at FHE, but then found out your mom just hated them.

You're the only one who doesn't offer to ride in the rear facing seat of that old station wagon.

Someone asks you for the "stick" and you don't look for a piece of wood.

You laugh at the very mention of a wizard staff.

You know almost the entire poem "The Walrus and the Carpenter" from memory.

You know every word to every "Newsies" song.

You were sung to sleep by dad singing, "The Chocolate Ice-Cream Cone" song.

I have more, but they involve segregating us into senior and junior Gosney kids.

That's all for today. Tune in next time for "You know you're a Mormon when..."